I am always amused when I read letters like the recent one from J.B. of Bath, regarding the use of petticoat and nappy discipline for keeping a husband under control. It must be just over thirty years ago now that I just discovered the effectiveness of petticoats and childish dress for subduing the male sex. I was 16 then, and I had gone to spend the summer holiday with an aunt, who had one boy, Gerald, the same age as myself.

Auntie May was a very strict disciplinarian and she not only made Gerald assist with housework and domestic duties, but also kept him dressed In a frock and petticoats, girl's bloomers and also a big frilly pinafore, which he had to wear at all times. Her reason for doing so was not as a punishment but because she found that, in a pinafore and petticoats, he was much better behaved and easier to control. His humiliation was intense and he almost wept at having to appear In front of me dressed in this shameful way and he actually did burst into tears when I called him a 'pretty child' and told Auntie how nice I thought he looked in his petticoats. I had been used to boys of my own age trying to bully me and boss me around, and it was a wonderful thrill to find that I could dominate Gerald completely. Auntie had made it clear to him that, whilst I was there, he was to be under my orders just as much as her own; and she obviously realised that it would increase the humiliation of his position even further to be under the domination of a girl of
his own age, end she encouraged me to ridicule him and tease him as much as I wanted.

When I suggested one day that he would be even more child-like in shorter frocks, she agreed at once and to poor Gerald's great embarrassment and distress, his little frocks and petticoats were taken up till they barely reached the tops of his thighs. I was even more thrilled when she agreed to my suggestion that he should wear my own discarded knickers, to further shame and humiliate him. This was a very bitter blow indeed to what little male pride he might still have left, and every time any mention was made of it, he would literally squirm with humiliation.

After that first visit, I spent many more holidays with them as I grew older I found myself enjoying more and more the thrill of
dominating my poor unfortunate petticoated cousin. To my great regret, Auntie would not agree to him being put into nappies, which I very much wanted as she said he looks too old for such treatment. But she did let me buy him a dummy, which he was made to use constantly during my visits; also I used to put a bib on him at mealtimes and feed him, which gave me the chance to really tease him and make him feel small.

This baby treatment was the most exciting and satisfying of all, for the and soon my mind was made up that, if ever I married, my husband would have to submit to similar discipline. He would have to be willing to let me dominate him completely and whenever I wished, he must allow himself to be put into nappies and be dressed and treated just like a real baby. Four years ago now, I met just such a man, who secretly enjoys the humiliations of 'babyhood' just as much as I enjoy subjecting him to them.

I am very strict with my lovely 'Baby', and when he has been put back Into the nursery like this, he must behave in every way in keeping with his infantile attire. Just like Gerald, he has lots of really lovely baby frocks and frilly lace petticoats and he looks so ashamed and embarrassed when he is dressed up, and dutifully sucking his cute baby dummy, that it is an endless thrill just
to look at him. He wears nappies, of course, all the time during these sessions and, like any small child, needs regular attention and changing. I scold him if he is wet, which really makes him wriggle and he has been told that, if he does not improve his ways, he will be kept permanently in nappies. I think he would actually enjoy this, as this way he would be reminded all the time of my domination over him, and I may well carry out my 'threat' one day soon.

Ours is a very happy marriage, because both of us are getting what we want, and although there may be times when I go further in my efforts to humiliate him than he had bargained for, he accepts my right to be as strict and as demanding as I wish.

Yours truly, Mrs. J.G., Worcs.